Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

His head hurts so much, and countless fragments of memory appear in his mind, but those memories should not appear in his mind, because that is...

In the fragments of Nono’s memory, Lu Mingfei saw the holy spear named Kungunir coming towards him, and with it came the inevitable death.

At this time, the gun returned to Odin's hand. He turned around and threw the branch that hit Destiny directly.

"Junior, I have lived up to our destiny. You will be the last to die if you are going to die anyway." Selma said, her hands dropped, the muzzle of the gun also dropped, the bullets in the Desert Eagle were completely empty, and now she had nothing else to stop God.

A magnificent piece of music came out from the old phonograph that should have been completely destroyed. It was Maxim's Exodus.

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Someone had said something similar to him before. That person’s name was Chu Zihang, his senior brother. They had a very good relationship and cherished each other more than their own lives.

It was the summer when they first met Jörmungandr. They were struggling to survive in the "Snake of the Courtyard" that was about to collapse. Chu Zihang said to Lu Mingfei, "You are responsible for connecting the electricity, and I am responsible for keeping the distance in front." Lu Mingfei asked, "Why do you want me to connect the electricity, brother?" Chu Zihang said, "Because you will be the last to die." What a fool! Responsibility, fate, etc., how can they be more valuable than your own life?

The Holy Lance is shot out very slowly, and the time from being thrown to hitting the heart is conserved, so if the target is far away, the speed will be amazing, and if the target is close, it will be as slow as a flying feather.

The porthole was broken through from the center, and the curved gun pierced Selma with a purple-black breath of death.

Lu Mingfei roared like a dragon. The broken ribs in his abdomen actually grew back and fused together at this moment. White steam rose from his body surface.

He stretched out his hand, and immediately swords hummed and flew out ecstatically from the clustered seven deadly sins.

It is the most dangerous rage of all seven weapons!

That is the rage that represents the supreme authority of the King of Bronze and Fire!

The independent domain was stimulated without warning from the rage of the creature that flew into Lu Mingfei's hand.

It is a two-handed long-handled sharp blade about 150 cm long, with an arc-shaped blade and about one finger thick. It is a saber similar in shape to the Chinese Song Dynasty. Just looking at its appearance at this moment, it is indeed a weapon that can break bones.

As the domain expanded, the appearance of the Fury was also changing. This knife would only appear in its current form in the hands of a half-breed of pure blood. Its blade extended as if melted, from its original one meter long to an astonishing length of nearly six or seven meters, and its surface was covered with a dazzling light.

The originally smooth blade edge turned into a sharp serrated blade, as if countless dragon teeth protruded from the blade.

The rage awakened, and the ancient inscriptions on the blade also awakened, like golden eyes that suddenly opened, with lava flowing in each pupil.

Time seemed to have stopped. Lu Mingfei, dragging raging fire in his hands, jumped high behind Odin, but his target was not the god, but the weapon called Kungunir.

Lu Mingfei suddenly figured it out. He finally knew that the one who truly understood fate was never the so-called Odin or the so-called God, but the weapon in the hands of God that was supposed to be lifeless and unconscious. Kungunir was the thing that would prolong those tragic fates.

This time he showed no reservation, and almost all of the dragon blood burned.

“Brother, that’s great!” Lu Mingze laughed wildly beside him, “That’s it, cut it off! Cut off the sadness in your destiny! Even if you will be alone in the end, even if your feet will be cut by the thorns on the long road!”

Odin stood silently in the distance. He raised his head and looked up at Lu Mingfei who was jumping up. His eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.

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"Aki, Aki, follow me!" Nono sneaked into the cabin from the other direction of the Moniah, and she went to the torpedo room on the way.

It's a pity that the third mate, who had bet his life to buy time for Professor Mans, was torn to pieces. Those were two deadpools who had sneaked in at some point and hid underneath. When Nono walked into the torpedo room, they were fighting for the third mate's pelvis. The Scottish man struggled before he died. The thigh of one of the deadpools was shattered, thanks to a shotgun.

Nono knew this guy. He was a very nice person and had a daughter. There was a photo of his daughter hidden under his hat.

But he was dead, and she found the photo in a pool of blood, wiped it clean, and kept it on her body.

Jiude Aki felt uncomfortable before Lu Mingfei and Nono went diving, and they returned to the cabin after diving. The lounge of the Moniach is completely enclosed, with no external observation windows, and it is very safe. Even Deadpool would find it difficult to break through in a short time.

The two of them split up into two groups. Lu Mingfei was responsible for landing directly on the Moniah to try to eliminate the threat, while Nuonuo searched for survivors and tried to avoid contact with Ye Sheng on the ship.

The real Ye Sheng had already died outside the Bronze City. His body was now hanging on the tail of the Moniah, his skin was pale.

No one knows what has replaced Ye Sheng's identity now.

Maybe it's a ghost, seeking revenge on the human world.

In the narrow lounge, a heaving figure was lying on the single metal hard bed against the inner wall. Nuonuo's face suddenly changed and became very ugly.

She strode to the side of Shude Aki, her crimson pupils shrinking slightly.

It was a body, but it wasn't Aki's, it was another crew member's.

A male crew member, his body covered with scars, which were not discovered because of his clothes. Those scars met the criteria of being bitten by wild beasts, but there were no wild beasts on the Moniach.

At this time, the door closed behind Nuonuo, and she pulled out a diving knife from her sleeve.

The person standing there was actually Ye Sheng.

But there was a strange smile on his face. He had originally lowered his head, but at this moment, that face was rising from the shadows.

A golden pupil suddenly lit up in Ye Sheng's eye sockets, and then it shrank into a slit like a cat's eyes encountering strong light. The pupil light that shot out from the slit was as sharp as a knife.

"You're here at last." He whispered, but his voice was as majestic as thunder.

Chapter 50 Cut off

The shackles of fate are destined to be broken today!

Lu Mingfei jumped up from the deck of Moniah, like St. George rising from the ground with his weapon raised high to fight the dragon. The dragon's blood would form a great and glorious cross on the city.

The rage in his hand was completely released, and this weapon that had been silent for many years finally opened its eyes again. The golden glow as blazing as the sun illuminated the rain curtain, like a huge meteorite falling on the surface of the entire Three Gorges.

The white thread connects Selma's heart from the tip of Gungunir's gun. It is the fabric flowing slowly in the hands of the goddess of fate. It is the thread called destiny.

Kungunir will follow this white thread in his destiny and eventually lead Selma to a tragic ending. Death is inevitable and separation seems to be just around the corner.

At this moment, Selma's figure actually overlapped with Nono in Lu Mingfei's eyes. This scene seemed familiar to him, as if it was being replayed over and over again in a long and terrifying dream.

The gears of fate are turning again, and the sad ending is ahead.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, and swung his sword in the surging rain, as if he was dancing a gorgeous and majestic waltz. The rage in his hand stretched to eight meters long, and the shadow of a mad dragon condensed with the glow of the inscriptions. The mad dragon and Lu Mingfei almost merged into one, and rushed towards Kungunir.

When his height reaches its peak, his strength also accumulates to its maximum.

He holds his rage under his armpits, like Acala, like the angry Vajra.

Lu Mingfei hissed angrily.

He will draw his sword from under his armpit in rage, just like the samurai of Japan's Edo period, who leap high into the air when facing the encirclement of the shogunate's cavalry. When they leap into the air, the momentum of Iai accumulates to the maximum.

At this moment, the furious tip of the knife rose up, breaking through the rain as thick as the sky, and then slashed down fiercely.

This weapon, which should have only existed in myths, let out a hum of ecstasy. It was eager to chop off the monarch's head, and even more eager to cut the thread of fate.

Because whether it is the monarch or the fate, they are all shackles that shackle a great life, and the name of that great life is Norton.

Lu Mingfei cut from the side, and the knife was gorgeous and magnificent, like a meteor shower.

His face was covered with protruding bones and jagged spurs. He looked so resolute, so angry, and so sad. Maxim's Exodus was still being played, but the originally magnificent and surging music suddenly seemed so sad and desolate. The white silk thread should have been invisible, but it actually deeply hindered the fall of the rage. Its flexibility was hundreds or thousands of times greater than that of spider silk of the same diameter, and its hardness was even more unshakable than diamond. This was a material that did not exist in the human world.

Its material is "fate".

Of course, rage can cut spider silk, diamonds, and the neck of a dragon or god, but it cannot cut fate.

Just like the Bugatti Veyron can never outrun time.

But the furious blade still fell on the thread of fate with the force of a mountain. This great weapon roared like the real Norton, and the majestic dragon roar burst out on the blade of this huge saber.

Lu Mingfei felt as if he had stabbed his knife into a sticky swamp and could not move forward.

The tip of Kungunir's spear was also trembling and buzzing. This holy spear connected to destiny actually exuded the majesty of a monarch at this moment.

It seemed to come alive, and the tip of the gun roared and made a majestic roar.

Lu Mingfei's expression did not change, he just increased the strength in his hands.

The seven deadly sins have life, so to a certain extent, Kungunir, who is greater than the seven deadly sins, should have more life.

But his power was like a drop in the ocean. It was applied to rage, and then to the thread of fate through exposure, but it could not shake his destiny in the slightest.

Perhaps it was an imbalance of power, or perhaps it was Lu Mingfei's bloodline after three bloodsheds that really revived the rage like in Norton's hands. A huge ball of light suddenly and slowly expanded from the place where its blade collided with the thread of fate. This ball of light was like the domain of some kind of high-temperature spirit. There was a layer of air at the edge of the domain, and white-purple static electricity was swimming on it like a dragon or a snake.

The terrifying high temperature and the energy contained in it caused the surrounding raindrops to evaporate in an instant. Lu Mingfei and the space around him seemed to be stuffed into a huge steamer, filled with white mist.

The ball of light continued to expand and was about to swallow Lu Mingfei as well.

Just as the edge of the sphere was about to touch Lu Mingfei, a long sigh sounded from behind the boy.

A warm hand covered Lu Mingfei's wrist that was holding the exposed knife handle.

That hand was so warm and powerful that Lu Mingfei actually succeeded in sending the furious blade into the thread of fate!

"Brother, the power you possess is not enough. The three degrees of blood violence only help you open a small gap in the door of power and authority." Lu Mingze said. He held Lu Mingfei's wrist, and immediately a huge force burst out from that wrist. The exposed blade was pulled by this force and became more majestic, and it actually increased from eight meters to ten meters.

It roared to express its emotions to the person who was currently holding it, which were ecstasy and majestic anger.

Lu Mingze and Lu Mingfei stood side by side, and at this moment they were like real brothers, or perhaps they were already real brothers.

"I give you my power, brother. Come on, keep trying to cut it off. It's just a fake, just a counterfeit. How dare you show off your king's majesty in front of you and fight against the rage! You really don't know how to live or die!" Lu Mingze's voice became more and more furious, sharper and more ferocious. He seemed to be stroking steel with his teeth, so harsh, so majestic, so superior.

Lu Mingfei's golden eyes, which were as bright as lava, turned towards the boy standing next to him.

A slight smile appeared on his rugged face, and he said: "Brother."

At this moment, the white thread connecting the tip of Gungunir's spear and Selma's heart broke into pieces, and the holy spear of fate was shaking uncontrollably. Selma had already opened her arms, the Desert Eagle fell from her fingertips, and crystal tears slid down from the corners of her eyes because of fear.

She was so afraid, but because of her ridiculous sense of responsibility and mission, she used weapons that could never threaten the gods to bombard Odin's back.

She really felt that as long as Lu Mingfei died after her, she would not have failed her mission as a mixed-race.

How ridiculous.

Lu Mingfei turned his gaze to the face that was distorted by fear.

That face overlapped with Nono's, replaying over and over again in his forgotten dreams.

"Brother, you have to hurry up, faster. Otherwise, the tragedy will happen again in front of you." Lu Mingze said.

Lu Mingfei roared, embedding his rage completely into the white silk thread.

The Holy Lance of Destiny suddenly burst out with its last strength to try to break through the blockade of rage, but the saber was the real king of all weapons at this moment. It stood there, and Kungunir could not get close at all. This was not the power of rage, nor was it Lu Mingfei's.

That is Lu Mingze’s power and authority.

A huge sigh sounded from the Moniach, and the sigh echoed between the raindrops. The entire Three Gorges seemed to be shaking, as if the world was wailing because of the failure of fate.

The white thread connecting the gun tip and Selma's heart shattered into countless tiny crystals. There were so many crystals that they condensed into mist and shattered into wind. One group of crystals gathered even more, like the dragon head leading the clouds, leading the shattered thread of fate to escape into the sky.

Lu Mingfei only felt that an extremely terrifying force was leaving in front of him, calmly and unstoppably.

Kungunir sighed so heavily, and then it lost its life, falling to the ground with a loud bang as if it had never existed.

The world was quiet, Selma's death was forcibly interrupted, and her fate was shattered.

"Senior, you're okay." Lu Mingfei breathed heavily. He no longer looked like a human being, but he still stood up from his half-kneeling position on one knee like a gentle boy to comfort Selma.